The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

The dozens of elite shield bearers at the forefront were instantly sliced ​​in two, along with their heavy iron shields.

Blood, entrails, and severed limbs were splattered all over the ground, and a strong stench of blood instantly filled the air. The scene was extremely bloody and horrifying!

After creating this terrifying death zone, the crescent-shaped lightning bolt continued its relentless attack, tearing apart hundreds of people behind it before finally exhausting its power and slowly dissipating into the air.

The previously noisy and boisterous Nanqing army suddenly fell silent!

Dead!

A deathly silence, like that of a tomb, enveloped the front lines!

All the soldiers stared in disbelief at the area that had instantly turned into a scene of carnage, watching their comrades, who had been so full of life just moments before, become mangled limbs and pieces of flesh. A chill ran from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

After the initial shock came boundless anger and turmoil.

"Sorcery! This is sorcery!"

"Devil! He is the devil!"

The soldiers in the front row instinctively retreated, and the formation became slightly chaotic.

"Hold on!"

"No retreat!"

"Spears, advance!"

"Shield in place!"

"Archers, keep firing!"

……

The generals at all levels roared hoarsely, trying their best to maintain their formation.

At the central command post, Qin Ye, Ye Zhong, and the others wore extremely solemn expressions.

Ye Liuyun had appeared on the central command platform at some point, dressed in white, his brows furrowed. Looking at the figure continuing to charge in the distance, he said in a deep voice, "Such strange methods. It is neither true qi nor magic... This boy is more troublesome than I imagined."

Fan Xian felt his scalp tingle and inwardly screamed, "Is this some kind of fantasy channel?! This art style is totally off!"

Chapter 96: A Killing Intent Fills the Field

Lin Mu cleaved through ten thousand arrows with a single halberd strike, and a crescent-shaped bolt of lightning tore through the sky, resembling the wrath of a god or the sinister grin of a demon lord.

As the halberd swept past, arrows shattered into countless iron filings that fell like raindrops.

That poignant arc of light not only cleaved a bloody path but also utterly shattered the morale of the Nanqing vanguard, who were desperately holding on.

The soldiers' pupils reflected that godlike, demonic figure, and fear spread like a plague, causing their formation to tremble violently.

Before the commotion subsided, the lone rider, like a black lightning bolt tearing through the dark clouds, charged headlong into the army formation with unwavering resolve.

"Stop him! Form ranks! Spearmen, advance!"

The old general Qin Ye's hair and beard stood on end, veins bulging on his forehead, and his hoarse roar drowned out the noise of the battlefield, carrying a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Throughout his military career, he had never witnessed such a terrifying charge.

The pikemen in the front row swallowed hard, suppressing the fear that was about to burst from their chests. Relying on the muscle memory formed by their rigorous daily training, they roared and formed a dense forest of spears. Countless gleaming iron spearheads thrust out at once, like a steel thicket of thorns, trying to stop that invincible charge.

However, Lin Mu simply swung the halberd with one arm, his movements as light as a feather.

The dark red halberd drew a tragic arc of light, accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic tearing sound, and the forest of iron spears that was enough to pierce through heavy armor was cleanly cut off!

The broken spearhead spun into the sky, reflecting a feeble light in the dim sunlight.

The warhorse charged with undiminished momentum, like a prehistoric beast, directly smashing into several soldiers who couldn't dodge in time, the sound of bones shattering sending chills down one's spine.

Lin Mu swept and thrust with his halberd, his moves wide and sweeping, simple, direct, and brutal!

Wherever it went, men and horses fell, limbs and bodies mixed with warm blood splattered everywhere, and screams and roars intertwined to form a death symphony.

He single-handedly tore a shocking bloody alley through the seemingly impenetrable formation of the elite troops of Nanqing!

In Lin Mu's hands, the halberd seemed to come alive, each swing carrying a strange beauty—freehand, effortless, and flowing like clouds and water.

He was in the midst of a bloodbath, yet his movements were so elegant that it was as if he were not fighting for his life, but strolling in his own courtyard, casually composing a blood-red poem.

Crimson aura burst forth from the halberd blade, crisscrossing and forming a web of death.

Each flash of qi inevitably brought forth a spray of vivid blood and a sudden, abrupt scream, precise and efficient.

In the blink of an eye, the three Qing army eighth-rank generals, who were confident in their strength and rode up to meet them, along with their heavy weapons and meticulously crafted sturdy armor, were all torn apart like paper sculptures!

Limbs and severed arms, along with broken armor and twisted weapons, were scattered all over the ground, a truly gruesome sight.

Under the central command banner, Qin Ye, the commander-in-chief of the Qing army, looked ashen-faced, his lips trembling slightly. He was both shocked and furious, and almost gritted his teeth.

He drew his sword sharply and roared, "Archers! Crossbowmen! Target Lin Mu! Fire a volley of arrows! Kill him!"

"But Commander, our men are still there!"

A lieutenant beside him turned pale and hurriedly tried to dissuade him.

"Pfft~"

A flash of light, and blood spurted out.

Without hesitation, Qin Ye raised his sword and cut the lieutenant down from his horse, the warm blood splattering all over him.

His face was contorted with rage, like a mad tiger, as he roared, "Fire the arrows! Anyone who dares to disobey orders again will be executed on the spot!"

In an instant, the command flag representing death was waved wildly.

The archers and crossbowmen of the Nanqing Army, who were well-trained and obeyed orders without question, showed a hint of reluctance on their faces, but the cruelty of military orders and the inertia of war still made them mechanically follow the direction of the command flag.

The next moment, the bowstrings twanged like thunder, and countless arrows soared into the air, weaving a dark cloud of death. With a mournful whistle, they rained down on the area where Lin Mu was located, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe alike!

A torrential downpour of arrows instantly enveloped the area.

With the Black God Suit protecting him, not to mention these cold weapons and arrows, even a Barrett heavy sniper rifle equipped with specially made armor-piercing rounds would not be able to penetrate his defenses in the slightest.

However, his warhorse, though magnificent, could not withstand such a dense barrage of arrows.

Lin Mu snorted coldly, wielding his halberd with one arm, creating an impenetrable blood-red light screen that deflected all the arrows aimed at his mount. The clanging sounds were incessant, and countless sparks flew up.

The Qing soldiers around him, who were either fighting him or trying to retreat, were not so lucky.

They were completely exposed to their own terrifying rain of arrows, and suffered heavy casualties, falling in droves.

Desperate wails, curses, and cries instantly replaced the previous battle cries, echoing across the battlefield like a living hell.

"Yan Xiaoyi!"

Qin Ye ignored the horrific scene before him, his eyes bloodshot as he cried out urgently.

"Here!"

A clear yet cold response rang out.

Yan Xiaoyi, a ninth-rank archer who had been poised and ready to go, stood atop his special chariot and moved at the sound.

He took a deep breath, his true energy surging throughout his body, channeling power into his arms, and instantly drew the huge bow into a full moon!

The bowstring groaned under the strain.

The specially crafted heavy arrowhead, imbued with a terrifying cold light and his life's cultivation, locked onto Lin Mu's figure, who was rampaging through the army and blocking the rain of arrows.

This was the pinnacle strike of a ninth-rank archer. With his true energy poured in without reservation, the speed, power, and penetrating force of this arrow far surpassed even the ballistae used in the army.

"call out--!"

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, it emitted a sharp whistling sound like the howling of a vengeful ghost, as if the air itself had been completely torn apart, and a blurry streak of light went straight for Lin Mu's temple.

Lin Mu's spider sense detected this faint yet sharp threat, but he only showed disdain in his eyes.

He didn't even bother to block or dodge; with a thought, the Black God Suit instantly covered his head, forming an absolute defense.

He simply let the armor-piercing arrow, powerful enough to penetrate metal and stone, strike his temple squarely.

"clang!"

A deafening, metallic clang, seemingly impossible for flesh and blood to produce, exploded out.

The heavy iron arrow, imbued with all of Yan Xiaoyi's energy and spirit, struck Lin Mu's temple and shattered instantly, like an egg hitting a diamond.

The arrow shaft shattered, and the iron arrowhead twisted and deformed, breaking into several pieces that fell limply into the pool of blood on the ground.

Lin Mu's head only tilted slightly due to the impact before turning back.

He even raised his hand to touch the spot where he had been shot, and a mocking voice came from behind the mask: "Who threw the knife handle? Didn't you eat?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly across the suddenly eerie front lines of the battlefield.

The excited and expectant smile that had appeared on Yan Xiaoyi's face because the arrow had hit him instantly froze, and then turned into boundless horror and disbelief.

His strongest arrow struck the opponent squarely in a vital spot, yet the opponent was... completely unharmed?!

They even made sarcastic remarks?

"A monster...he's not human! He's a demon!"

A tremendous sense of frustration and fear overwhelmed Yan Xiaoyi like ice water being poured over his head.

At this moment, the ninth-rank archer's mentality completely collapsed!

It's not just Yan Xiaoyi.

Ye Liuyun, who had been intently watching the battle and ready to make a move at any moment, Ye Zhong, who was protecting Qin Ye, Qin Ye himself, and even Fan Xian, who was observing from within the army formation, were all dumbfounded and could hardly believe what they were seeing.

The only ninth-rank archer in the world, with a self-sacrificing arrow that he threw with all his might, was so powerful that even a grandmaster or Wu Zhu would never dare to withstand it with their bare body.

But when it landed on Lin Mu, it really felt like a mosquito bite, no, it didn't even qualify as a mosquito bite.

What incredible defensive capabilities that would require!

Ye Liuyun clenched his fists instinctively, his palms sweating profusely.

He had initially estimated that he still had a fighting chance against Lin Mu, and might be able to use the exquisite Flowing Cloud Scattering Hand technique to entangle his opponent, but now…

He realized that his previous estimates might have been too optimistic.

The opponent's strength has exceeded his understanding of martial arts!

When Fan Xian saw Lin Mu's head covered by the Black God suit from afar, he almost blurted out "Iron Man".

A storm raged within him; memories from the modern world gave him a different, absurd association with the scene and a deeper sense of dread.

Just then, Lin Mu had completely broken through the chaotic front-line army formation after being bombarded by arrows, and drove straight in, only three hundred paces away from the central high platform.

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This distance was almost instantaneous for him!

"Quickly! Shield wagons, move up! Heavy shield infantry, form ranks! Block him! Don't let him advance another step!"

Qin Ye, being a seasoned warrior, was the first to recover from his shock, and with a slightly hoarse voice, he issued a series of orders.

At this moment, he no longer sought to kill the enemy, but only to slightly hinder Lin Mu's progress, deplete his unfathomable true energy, and create an opportunity for Ye Liuyun.

Military orders are absolute, and despite their fear, the soldiers carried them out with gritted teeth.

The heavy, iron-clad shield cart was pushed forward with a creaking sound.

The heavy infantry, wielding massive shields, roared as they formed thick walls of shields, their spears protruding from the gaps in the shields like steel hedgehogs.

"All troops, listen to my command! Infantry formation, charge! Crush them!"

Qin Ye brandished his sword and roared, making his final decision.

He wants to use numbers to build it up, and fill it with lives!

The massive infantry phalanx sprang into action like a landslide and a tsunami, unleashing a deafening collective battle cry. Like a torrent of steel, it charged towards the lone figure with overwhelming force!

We are determined to crush this audacious person, who seems like a demon descended to earth, into dust!

Looking around, all I could see were enemies.

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Swords and spears filled the air, and the atmosphere was thick with murderous intent!

A hint of excitement curved the corners of Lin Mu's mouth beneath the mask.

The feeling of being surrounded by thousands of troops, the feeling of crushing everything with absolute power, made his blood seem to boil.